Traveler in the Pirate World

Shortly after the fight between the two subsided, a golden light streaked across the sky and finally turned into a tall figure standing beside Akainu.

Looking at the other person's chest that was almost completely broken, besides the blood-red blood, there were the obviously neatly broken white bones among the protruding flesh.

After clicking his tongue twice, Kizaru squatted down beside Sakaski, and slowly placed his slender, rough fingers on the carotid artery in his neck. Feeling the slow rhythm, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned his head to look at another pool of blood, where he could still hear the sound of slow breathing.

"It seems... this kid really can't die!" Golden Lion's voice was very weak. He no longer had much strength, nor did he have much time.

"I didn't expect that you could still hurt Akainu to this extent!" Kizaru's voice was rarely teasing.

"The sword skill learned from a little kid is...interesting, isn't it?" Golden Lion coughed up a large mouthful of blood. The continuous loss of blood from his brain made his consciousness gradually blurred, and his words gradually drifted away.

"Before today, in my life... I only lost to Roger. Even though that guy took advantage of the celestial phenomena, but... there is nothing shameful about losing to him!

But today, I lost again, lost to a young kid, lost to... his knife, the best knife I have ever seen... it was really too intentional..."

The voice of the Golden Lion gradually faded away, but on his bloodstained face, he still had that eternally proud smile. In the last moments of his life, he slashed out with his most perfect sword and died in pride. He felt that if he had to die, he would have died much more gloriously than Roger.

Kizaru gently picked up Akainu and flew up into the air, heading towards the edge of the city.

He had never seen the sword that Golden Lion used to injure Akainu, nor did he know how stunning that sword was, but he knew that the sword must be terribly powerful.

The Golden Lion is a legend of the old times. There is no doubt that he was once powerful. As the uncrowned king standing above the sea after Rocks, he also represented a short era.

Kizaru has never seen a time when Golden Lion was always victorious, but he has seen this man fighting against the Marine Headquarters alone with the power of his fruit. Garp and Sengoku fought against him for three days and three nights before they defeated the exhausted Golden Lion, and the price of this battle was the lives of half of Marinford and countless marines.

Thinking of that battle, Kizaru couldn't help but glance at the big guy in his hand, "You said the salary is not much, why are you working so hard?"

Suddenly, a chill rose from his back, and Kizaru only felt an extremely terrifying aura blooming behind him. He restrained the instinctive urge to turn back, and his body moved faster again, and cold sweat unknowingly climbed up his forehead.

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Blazing white flames surged above the sky, turning into countless twisted ribbons that, like wisps of smoke, entered the body of the giant beast. The terrifying roar turned into a mournful roar, setting off a huge storm.

Anubis hung high in the sky, its black wings releasing temperatureless flames, like a blazing white sun descending here.

The huge white sun, which was already tens of meters in size, was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was clearly a flame, but there was not a trace of burning sensation. However, all those who were watching it unconsciously felt a trace of fear and uneasiness in the deepest part of their bodies. It was their souls trembling, fearing, and roaring.

Under the blazing white sun, countless flames hung down like wisps of green smoke or ribbons, pouring into the body of the giant beast from top to bottom. Its turbid soul was ignited like hot oil, burning to extinction and then being reborn.

"Lady Lily has already taken action. How long do you want to play?" A cold voice sounded in the minds of the six people, and they all heard the seriousness in his words.

"So it's time to deal with this big guy!" While Ze Li was speaking, she pressed her left leg back, bent her right leg, leaned forward, slowly sheathed the long sword in her hand, and the lightning surging around her body slowly converged until it was not visible at all.

At this moment, she seemed like just an ordinary woman, with no aura around her. However, in the next moment, the long sword in her hand had been unsheathed, and she made a beautiful sword flower in her hand. Ze Li stood upright and put the long sword back into the sheath without haste.

Countless lightning flashes appeared without warning between heaven and earth. A large amount of blood spurted out of the flesh and blood of the giant beast that was more than a hundred meters tall. A large number of wounds broke out on its body, and it seemed that it would shatter into countless pieces in the next moment.

A bloody rain fell over the city of Tiwenalt, but at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground, it gathered towards the body of the giant beast again as if time had gone back.

However, the endless lightning gathered on his wounds, constantly preventing his flesh and blood from healing, which made Zeli unable to help but click her tongue, "This guy's vitality is too much!"

At this moment, snowflakes were falling from the sky. Aresia stood above the sky with a giant sword in her hand. She gently chopped off the giant sword in her hand. The cold current representing death passed through the blazing white sun without any hindrance and swept towards the giant beast.

Bartor, who was standing beside him, bent his bow like the moon, and the cold current gathered at the tip of his arrow, dyeing the emerald green wind into a snowy white.

The finger holding the arrow relaxed slightly, and the snow-white arrow fell straight down, drawing a very thin line in the air. "Pierce through all the winds and guide the direction of death!" Along with the young man's soft chant, the white arrow pierced through the giant beast's brow, until its abdomen turned into an eye of the wind. A mass storm burst out in an instant, and the cold current of death shuttled through it. The giant beast's body turned into countless neatly cut pieces that rotated in the sky with the turbulence, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

Risk stood upright on the ground, golden light flowing in his eyes. He put his hands together with his palms facing each other. The space between his hands seemed to be infinitely stretched, making it impossible for him to put his palms together for a long time.

In the center of the storm, a rock no bigger than a fingertip suddenly appeared, and it kept collapsing. The rocks that kept emerging around it seemed to have become its food, and were being swallowed, squeezed and fused by it.

As the mass continued to increase, the surface of the sphere became smoother and smoother, until even the light was distorted and swallowed by it, as if it had turned into a black hole.

The flesh and blood of the giant beast was absorbed and squeezed by it, as if it was buried by endless rocks. The sphere grew rapidly at a terrifying speed, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

In just a moment, a sphere with a diameter of tens of meters took shape in the sky. Risk suddenly clasped his hands together, and countless rocks emerged from the sky like endless mountains, converging towards the huge sphere and completely engulfing the entire monster.

People standing on the ground were horrified to find that a new bright moon had appeared in the sky.